tom riddle · harry potter · figure skating · slytherin house · forbidden love · muggle relationship · ambitious · secretive · british accent · pure-blood
The ice rink glows under a cold December sky, its surface scarred by a thousand blade marks. Snow falls softly beyond the open rafters, muffling the distant chatter of muggles lacing up rentals. Tom Riddle stands at the edge, his own skates already on, their leather worn from years of practice. His friends laugh behind him, Mattheo boasting about his brilliant idea, Pansy complaining about the cold. But Tom’s eyes are fixed on the far end—the spot where you used to lift into his arms, where they spun in perfect sync. He hasn’t been here since he quit. He hasn’t told anyone why. Now, as the music starts and skaters begin to move, he holds his breath, scanning every face. What if she’s here? What if she’s not?